ramblings.

Kim, referring to the CD textbook in her 11th hour of studying And the 10th, and the 9th.

Yeah, so I went out the night before the exam. Might be silly, but considering that I moved my room UNDER A ROCK so that I could pretty much study my fuckin’ brains out, and that my darling girl Tacha was leaving for camp, like…yeah. I sort of deserved a break. And I was reviewing in my brain, and I didn’t say for the movie. But let’s do some number crunching:

Number of times Kim’s vowed to lay off the caffiene as a study aid: 17
Number of cans of various bastardly, caffeine-laden energy drinks consumed: Unknown. The cans lining my desk can be attributed to the TYCW yearbook as well.
Number of diabolical plots to steal boyfriend’s caffeine pills: 5
Number of attempts to carry out plot: 0, as have not seen th’boy in about 2 weeks.
Number of vows to clean up room, turn life around after the biology exam, seeing the summer as a “fresh start to a fresh outlook on life”: 1. But it’s an honest one.
Pages of notes for Biology: 11 (at least. 10-pt, single-spaced)
Pages of notes for Anthro: Um, none.
Number of Mikes who have “complimented” me on my efforts to become more feminine and graceful and garbage: All four of them =\
Number of people blatantly and obviously looking down my (not slutty!) shirt at Yorkdale: Like, 12! What the heck, did the Weapons of Mass Distraction suddenly gain power or something? I didn’t even get free stuff (except for magnets.) But the guy at the Rainforest Cafe was ridiculous.
Number of “mid-teen crises” incurred between the middle of last week and now: ‘Bout a million.

Yeah. It’s been a little crazy. On the up side, I’ve lost six pounds. (BITCHES!) Apparently worrying burns calories. Unless I burned out my ENTIRE BRAIN and so now I’m stupid and will fail anyway.

Score: Exams, 0. Kim: 1. Game 1 of 2.

Leave comments telling me you love me and wishing me good luck, for I am off to battle Biologor. (I can’t make up villain names this early in the morning.)

EVENTS:
Today: Exam, chilling at Heather’s
Saturday (tomorrow): TYCW party
Sunday: Pride Parade
Tuesday: Th’Boy finishes exams. AKA, he’s getting jumped at the subway
Thursday: PICNIC. If you can read this and go to Woburn or are affiliated with Woburn or know me, yo’ ass is invited. Meeting at the school, or else call my cell.
The following Saturday: FIREWORKS. The same applies, except details have yet to be worked out.

Anyway, I must fly, for I am tired and feel disgusting (caffeine and waking up at 5:30 do that to a girl). I require several cold showers in order to wake up properly.

Ciao, lovelies!